Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1887-03-11

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head of the un yers.ty alone. Ah1 IN
ers-and there were many-lay us IN.
brought them from Engli,na "a
some anxiety lest they should 90 .n,s'
ing, | opened my valise, and aIser
short search, found them intact ihete
was one to NJ. Bailly, the talented ana
Mt that time popular mayor OF farIs'
and another to Nine. dc Stacli also 70
LAFAYETTE. mt that timc the captain o!
The National guard. The others were
10 O. tiz.ns of less position, aud l qua
not attach much Importance to the pos,
session of them for the purpose haa
in view. ;,
II presented my letters ut the earll-
nst opportunity. was cordially received
and. by the fundamentally OF l.aiay-
cite. introduced into the family OF the
Baron Jendavi. | say family, but
should add the baron and his daughter
alone were numbered in it. he having
lost his wife some ten years before
met him. He was II thorough repre-
sentative of the French school OF NO
bles us then existing; courteous 70 de-
gree. dressed with extreme care yet
without great display OF reserved
manner, and apparently devoid OF AZ
lection or of sympathetic feeling. lie
received me for some time IN MS liDra-
nv, where he had collected many vall'a-
bic treasures of literature and OF art,
and as he was very anxious to learn
something about the men and manners
of that productive set of scholars and
writers who had lately adorned the
clubs OF London, l managed in a
measure to interest him. But 1t was
wearying work for me sitting there
with that grave old man, dressed in his
solemn black, tho diamond buckles upon
his shoes alone relieving the dullness
of his attire, and knowing that Mare,
so full of life and p cturesqueness anu
color, was scampcring across the great
park with the dogs, or kneeling ut her
devotions in the chapel-a very type OF
grlhood and purity and love Yet
those hours of heavy explanations OF
the peculiarities of johnson, the foibes
of Roswell, the failings of Goldsmith
were alike forgotten when at dinner
| faced her, and could for some min
utes be entranced with the soft beauty
I. of her face, with the sweet gentleness
of her words.
"'Ah,' you ask. why has my life
been q mystery?' The key to this N, s.
terry is buried in those days when no
world seemed so fair as France, no
woman so beautiful as Marie. | loved
her us | believe no man ever better
loved woman; and she, too, returned
nv ailecton-not with n careless word,
not with half promise made but to be
broken, but with the whole cutpouring
of her aflectonate nature, with love
that was strong-because it was love!
at was but in scattered moments
that could speak to her. yet we found
them all-sullicient to build for ourselves
future With every stone II wealth of
happiness. But at the very foundation
of our hopes we met rebuff One
night, as we returned from the little
Chapel, she confessed her fears to me.
Her father blind to everything around
him but II S own interests, had, after
the fashion of his countrymen, entered
into negotiations for the barter of his
daughter with an old and atfluent
| member of one of the noble houses Of
France. | said nothing, but, leaving
| her, went home to think. As | passed
| through the village the peasants, many
| of them halfnaked, all of them wanting
J bread. were gathered around a speak
| err who, in fiery terms, exhorted them
to break the chains of despot SIN that
| bound them and to establish the new
order. They banned NE as l passed
| through their midst. for was from the
! chateau. In the words addressed to
Louis the king, It was no longer n re-
volt in France; it was revolution.
That night, when arrived at my lone
! ly rooms and lav down to rest. Louis
XVI. had left Paris and was on the
road to st. Menehoud. When he was
brought back. and the citizens received
him in silence, foresaw that a crisis
was rapidly approaching. and deter
mined to make at least one effort to
secure tho hand of the woman | loved.
l would 90 boldly to her father and
state my wish. He rccc we'd me with
his usual courtesy, treated my reques,
with the most bus neSS-like air refused
me with y smile, regretted that Other
i arrangements hal been made.
what could | do? Pleading VIII
such man would not have recon-
pensed the loss of dignity entailed.
was dumb before him. but my brain
reeled under the blow. and rs left the
chateau and the great gates closed be
hind me it seemed that my life hat
been left in that mass of stone anC
brick that stood over the village Alon!
the roadside the ragged phesants gath
cred the harvest. | envied them thei
lot; they had their wives, perhaps tn,
women they loved. The CAV clothing
of the fields. laden with the colder
grain, irritated me. Why was all Sc
fair, and | so sorrowful, so devoid o
hope, by which alone man lives? All
the dream is eHdcd, yet l would liv
my life again for repetition of thos,
hours.
81 returned to the city, now darl
and over east, as whispers of the terri
bic reality forced themselves from tin
slums and the low tanbourgs into TIN
great palace and and the houses of tn
rich. Many fled; many hid themselve
IN fear; none knew when the reapnt
would come IN all its hideous intensity
L rarely left my rooms, vet | hate,
their loneliness. | could not stir in tn
streets: the surface gayetv, never stille
during that period of bloodshed an
vice. CALLED me to despair MS my hear
went out to the chateau, or rather l
the fair woman within its walls.
would have studicd-her face was o
every page, her eyes looked into min
from every painting! Hope havin
gone, despair was followed by deadl